His Childhood Sweetheart Poured Glue on Me and Pushed Me into the Pool: I Never Show Mercy to Traitors Chapter 01

His Childhood Sweetheart Poured Glue on Me and Pushed Me into the Pool: I Never Show Mercy to Traitors Chapter 01

“You’re in your twenties and still calling yourself ‘baby.’ What are you, a fucking manchild?”

That one sentence made my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart hate my guts.

At the party that night, she suddenly dumped a bucket of industrial-strength glue on me and shoved me into the pool.

I thrashed, desperate to climb out, but I was stuck

She stood at the edge with her little gang, pointing and laughing.

“HA! Iris, you look like a toad glued to a sidewalk!”

Their eyes-disgusting-kept crawling over my clothes plastered to my skin.

“Damn, look at that body.”

“Come on, struggle more! Bigger splash! Give us a show!”

My vision went red with rage.

“Dane! What the hell are you doing? PULL ME UP!”

But he was too busy draping his jacket over her shoulders. Didn’t even look my way.

“Quit the drama. You can swim, can’t you? What’s a few more minutes gonna hurt?”

“Chloe wanted a water show. Is it really that hard to play along?”

Well, WELL!

She wants a fking show, huh?!

I grabbed my phone and made a call.

“Get me ten barrels of industrial glue. I’m turning these assholes into STATUES!”

“THAT’S a show worth watching, bitch!”

“OMG! I’m dying! Who’s she calling? Does she think she’s royalty or something?”

“Girl’s delusional. That phone’s waterlogged. Bet the call didn’t even go through!”

Chloe nestled into Dane’s arms, dabbing fake tears from her eyes.

“Dane, Iris is being so mean. I just wanted to have fun, and she threatened to turn us into statues.”

“I’m scared.”

Dane wrapped his arm around her, patting her shoulder.

He turned to me, looking down like I was trash.

“Iris, cut the act.”

“Chloe gets anxious easily. How DARE you threaten her?”

“Apologize. NOW.”

The industrial glue was reacting violently with the pool water. Huge patches of my skin were bonding to my clothes. Every movement felt like my flesh/was being ripped off.

I clenched my teeth, clawing at the pool’s edge, trying to pull myself up.

“Dane, I’m not joking-this glue is CORROSIVE!”

“Pull me up. Please.”

I begged. I actually fucking begged.

Eight years together. I thought he’d at least feel SOMETHING.

But he just stood there. Didn’t budge.

“Corrosive? Chloe bought craft glue for arts and crafts. Stop being dramatic.”

“It’s just an apology. Do you really need to play victim?”

Chloe poked her head out from his embrace and crouched by the pool.

She smiled sweetly at me.

“Iris, stop faking. Dane says if you say ‘I’m sorry, Chloe’ three times real loud, he’ll pull you out.”

“Hurry up. The water must be freezing.”

As she spoke, she shifted her foot.

Her heel pressed down on my fingers.

Pain shot through my entire body.

I gasped, instinctively trying to pull my hand back.

But Chloe pressed harder, grinding her heel into my knuckles.

I couldn’t hold it in. I screamed.

“Chloe, GET OFF!”

She blinked innocently, but her foot didn’t budge.

“Iris, why are you yelling? You scared me.”

I looked up at Dane.

He SAW it. He saw her stepping on my hand.

But all he did was glance over lazily.

“Iris. Chloe didn’t mean it. Why’d you put your hand there anyway?”

“Last chance. Apologize.”

“Do it, and I’ll have someone pull you out right now.”

Eight years.

I stood by him when he had nothing. Helped him build his empire from the ground up.

I pulled all-nighters writing proposals. I stood in the pouring rain for three hours to land him an investor.

He used to hold me and say, Iris, I’ll never let anyone hurt you.

Now, he was standing there, watching me suffer for some twenty-two-year-old brat who still calls herself “baby.”

This was his version of “never letting me get hurt.”

I looked into his cold, empty eyes. Suddenly, the last eight years felt like a joke.

I swallowed the metallic taste of blood and glared at him.

Through gritted teeth, I spat out two words.

“FUCK. YOU.”

Dane’s face darkened instantly.

“Still got some fight in you, huh?”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“Chloe, since she likes the water so much, let’s give her MORE.”

“Maybe that’ll cool her down.”